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But I will shy away from the specifics, because I don’t want you to know where I am. Because then you’ll see my heart In the saddest state it’s ever been.
men
want to fix you
save you
or fuck you
I can’t be fixed
and I don’t care to be saved
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That summer I did not go crazy
but I wore
very close
very close
to the bone.
" — Dorothy Allison, “To the Bone“ (via fromsappho)(via aujrey)
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
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